I love someone
Who loves me
But doesn't
Love me the same way.
And I realized
It doesn't actually matter
Because I'm finally realizing
I love me as I am
I am smiling
Laughing even
Because I realize
how much
It doesn't actually fucking matter
If someone doesn't love me the same
Actually...
How could they?
I live and love loud,
big, vast, daring, deeply, intensely
It could never be the same
And how could anyone ever love a other the same?
We all love differently.
In this moment
My skin is tingling
Realizing
I am free
Not requiring
Wanting
Needing
Someone else
To chose me,
To want me
To validate
My existence
My being
My specialness
My beauty
Because it will never be enough
I give it to me
And once I have given it to myseslf
Others giving it to me or not
Is irrelevant!
Because my love is enough
I still choose to love others
Deeply
Regardless
If I am the object of their affection
Or not.
Sure, it doesn't
stop me
dreaming of someone
Someday
Joining my love party
Seeing,
Really seeing each other
Going beyond mind
And connecting deeper
Than ever imagined
I still dream of that
And yet,
I'm free
Here
Now
Regardless
Free!
PS:
This poem is part of a trilogy of poems exploring Love.
Part 1: How Do I Love You?
Part 2: Freedom
Part 3: Rumi